The moment you'd let your guard down, he would take off across the yard. The next thing you know, you're tackling a preschooler on your front lawn.
Of course, if you asked, I would have told you I was a "realist". That's the term that someone uses to dance around the fact that they're really a self-hating pessimist.
There's nothing more frustrating than telling someone about your child's special needs and being greeted with an immediate inquisition on potential things they think you could have done to cause them.
Lucas and I had been talking this whole time and I, in all my hope for verbalized words, had missed it.
The reality is that there are plenty of times when we, as adults, need to get away from the kids in order to steal a few sobering moments to ourselves.
Worrying never did anything for me. All it did was make the moments before uncertainty worse by filling me with impending dread.
One of the startling life changes for parents of children with Autism is the revolving door of professionals coming in and out of your living room.
The tiny little person who we were most concerned about in terms of dealing with her brother's Autism pretty much schooled us on how to deal with her brother's Autism.
I can still remember the first time that my sweet-faced, doting, little princess ripped my heart out. She was two.
Will there be overwhelming events for my non-verbal son? Sure. Will there be judgmental people? Definitely. Are they the norm and do they define who we are or what we do? Not at all.